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milliways_bar2008-06-19 10:47 pm
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OOM: Time passes outside the bar. Things, however, don't change. They get worse. (Warnings for violence and mentions of abusive situations in the OOM, so please take that into consideration before reading.)
When the door opens, the teenager who hauls himself into the bar is obviously hurting. Badly. There are bruises almost everywhere, blood soaked into his shirt (which is practically rags, at this point) and he can barely keep himself upright. It takes every ounce of his strength to make it to the door, from where he is outside -- so it's not a surprise when he slumps down against the wall near it once he's inside.
Everything hurts, and he feels like he's going to be sick, so he closes his eyes and burrows his head into his arms, trying to make the pain in his head go away.
(It's not working.)
[ooc: plotlocked, sorry. no worries, he'll be bound for awhile so a less injured/hurting version will be available later in the week. thanks guys.]
When the door opens, the teenager who hauls himself into the bar is obviously hurting. Badly. There are bruises almost everywhere, blood soaked into his shirt (which is practically rags, at this point) and he can barely keep himself upright. It takes every ounce of his strength to make it to the door, from where he is outside -- so it's not a surprise when he slumps down against the wall near it once he's inside.
Everything hurts, and he feels like he's going to be sick, so he closes his eyes and burrows his head into his arms, trying to make the pain in his head go away.
(It's not working.)
[ooc: plotlocked, sorry. no worries, he'll be bound for awhile so a less injured/hurting version will be available later in the week. thanks guys.]
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Two.
When the quiver's gone from Han's chin, he quirks an eyebrow.
"The hell's swoops?"
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"S'like...kriff I dunno how t'explain 'em. Y'got a swoop bike, y'sit on it like...hell."
A rat is nearby, and Han asks for a datapad to be brought over. It is, and shortly after, Han gets up from his chair and drops into the one next to Ben (so he can explain this).
A few taps of the screen, and a video (http://youtube.com/watch?v=WqGb8RwwioY) comes up.
"These are swoops."
Sort of.
Minus the fact that they're an advanced model and ignore the start of the clip with Han in it, since, that's breaking a fourth wall somewhere!no subject
And stares.
"Well, those," he says with a slow-spreading grin, "look like a helluva lotta fun."
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"Dangerous as hell too," he adds. "Makes 'em even better, if y'ask me."
A grin of his own is on his face, and he reaches over for the whiskey glass and takes another sip, finishing it off.
Best swoop racer in the planet, probably the galaxy, thank you.